Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt. (Harrow ed.). |
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... for others groan , When none will sigh for me ? Perchance my dog will whine in vain , Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again , He'd tear me where he stands . 10 . " With thee , my bark , I'll 16 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... for others groan , When none will sigh for me ? Perchance my dog will whine in vain , Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again , He'd tear me where he stands . 10 . " With thee , my bark , I'll 16 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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... stands , His blood - red tresses deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls , now fixed , and now anon Flashing afar , and at his iron feet ...
... stands , His blood - red tresses deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls , now fixed , and now anon Flashing afar , and at his iron feet ...
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... Stands in the centre , eager to invade The lord of lowing herds ; but not before The ground , with cautious tread , is traversed o'er , Lest aught unseen should lurk to thwart his speed ; His arms a dart , he fights aloof , nor more Can ...
... Stands in the centre , eager to invade The lord of lowing herds ; but not before The ground , with cautious tread , is traversed o'er , Lest aught unseen should lurk to thwart his speed ; His arms a dart , he fights aloof , nor more Can ...
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... stands the bull at bay , ' Mid wounds , and clinging darts , and lances brast , And foes disabled in the brutal fray : And now the Matadores around him play , Shake the red cloak , and poise the ready brand : Once more through all he ...
... stands the bull at bay , ' Mid wounds , and clinging darts , and lances brast , And foes disabled in the brutal fray : And now the Matadores around him play , Shake the red cloak , and poise the ready brand : Once more through all he ...
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... stand . XIV . Where was thine Ægis , Pallas ! that appalled Stern Alaric and Havoc on their way ? ( 8 ) Where Peleus ' son ? whom Hell in vain enthralled , His shade from Hades upon that dread day , Bursting to light in terrible array ...
... stand . XIV . Where was thine Ægis , Pallas ! that appalled Stern Alaric and Havoc on their way ? ( 8 ) Where Peleus ' son ? whom Hell in vain enthralled , His shade from Hades upon that dread day , Bursting to light in terrible array ...
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Page 72 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 71 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street : On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined ; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet...
Page 146 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 77 - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow ; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
Page 136 - And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
Page 120 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Page 72 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Page 147 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 146 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Page 147 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed— in breeze, or gale, or storm — Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible...